A few minutes later, they crept across the open s.p.a.ce and huddled against the vine-covered facade of Green Fancy. Barnes was singularly composed and free from nervousness, despite the fact that his whole being tingled with excitement. What was to transpire within the next few minutes? What was to be the end of this daring exploit? Was he to see her, to touch her hand, to carry her off into that dungeon-like forest,--and what was this new, exquisite thrill that ran through his veins?
The tiny, metallic tip of the rod, held in the upstretched hand of Barnes, much the taller of the two men, barely reached the window ledge. He tapped gently, persistently on the hard surface. Obeying the hand-pressure of his companion he desisted at intervals, resuming the operation after a moment of waiting. Just as they were beginning to think that she was asleep and that their efforts were in vain, their straining eyes made out a shadowy object projecting slightly beyond the sill. Barnes felt Sprouse"s grip on his shoulder tighten, and the quick intake of his breath was evidence of the little secret agent"s relief.
After a moment or two of suspense, Barnes experienced a peculiar, almost electric shock. Some one had seized the tip of the rod; it stiffened suddenly, the vibrations due to its flexibility ceasing. He felt a gentle tugging and wrenching; down the slender rod ran a delicate shiver that seemed almost magnetic as it was communicated to his hand. He knew what was happening. Some one was untying the bit of paper he had fastened to the rod, and with fingers that shook and were clumsy with eagerness.
The tension relaxed a moment later; the rod was free, and the shadowy object was gone from the window above. She had withdrawn to the far side of the room for the purpose of reading the message so marvellously delivered out of the night. He fancied her mounting a chair so that she could read by the dim light from the transom.
He had written: "I am outside with a trusted friend, ready to do your bidding. Two of the guards are safely bound and out of the way. Now is our chance. We will never have another. If you are prepared to come with me now, write me a word or two and drop it to the ground. I will pa.s.s up a rope to you and you may lower anything you wish to carry away with you. But be exceedingly careful. Take time. Don"t hurry a single one of your movements." He signed it with a large B.
It seemed an hour before their eyes distinguished the shadowy head above. As a matter of fact, but a few minutes had pa.s.sed. During the wait, Sprouse had noiselessly removed his coat, a proceeding that puzzled Barnes. Something light fell to the ground. It was Sprouse who stooped and searched for it in the gra.s.s. When he resumed an upright posture, he put his lips close to Barnes"s ear and whispered:
"I will put my coat over your head. Here is a little electric torch.
Don"t flash it until I am sure the coat is arranged so that you can do so without a gleam of light getting out from under." He pressed the torch and a bit of closely folded paper in the other"s hand, and carefully draped the coat over his head. Barnes was once more filled with admiration for the little man"s amazing resourcefulness.
He read: "Thank G.o.d! I was afraid you would wait until to-morrow night.
Then it would have been too late. I must get away to-night but I cannot leave--I dare not leave without something that is concealed in another part of the house. I do not know how to secure it. My door is locked from the outside. What am I to do? I would rather die than to go away without it."
Barnes whispered in Sprouse"s ear. The latter replied at once: "Write her that I will climb up to her window, and, with G.o.d"s help and her directions, manage to find the thing she wants."
Barnes wrote as directed and pa.s.sed the missive aloft. In a little while a reply came down. Resorting to the previous expedient, he read:
"It is impossible. The study is under bolt and key and no one can enter. I do not know what I am to do. I dare not stay here and I dare not go. Leave me to my fate. Do not run any further risk. I cannot allow you to endanger your life for me. I shall never forget you, and I shall always be grateful. You are a n.o.ble gentleman and I a foolish, stupid--oh, such a stupid!--girl."
That was enough for Barnes. It needed but that discouraging cry to rouse his fighting spirit to a pitch that bordered on recklessness. His courage took fire, and blazed up in one mighty flame. Nothing,--nothing could stop him now.
Hastily he wrote: "If you do not come at once, we will force our way into the house and fight it out with them all. My friend is coming up the vines. Let him enter the window. Tell him where to go and he will do the rest. He is a miracle man. Nothing is impossible to him. If he does not return in ten minutes, I shall follow."
There was no response to this. The head reappeared in the window, but no word came down.
Sprouse whispered: "I am going up. She will not commit you to anything.
We have to take the matter into our own hands. Stay here. If you hear a commotion in the house, run for it. Don"t wait for me. I"ll probably be done for."
"I"ll do just as I d.a.m.n please about running," said Barnes, and there was a deep thrill in his whisper. "Good luck. G.o.d help you if they catch you."
"Not even He could help me then. Good-bye. I"ll do what I can to induce her to drop out of the window if anything goes wrong with me down stairs."
He searched among the leaves and found the thick vine. A moment later he was silently scaling the wall of the house, feeling his way carefully, testing every precarious foothold, dragging himself painfully upwards by means of the most uncanny, animal-like strength and stealth.
Barnes could not recall drawing a single breath from the instant the man left his side until the faintly luminous square above his head was obliterated by the black of his body as it wriggled over the ledge.
He was never to forget the almost interminable age that he spent, flattened against the vines, waiting for a signal from aloft. He recalled, with dire uneasiness, Miss Cameron"s statement that a guard was stationed beneath her window throughout the night. Evidently she was mistaken. Sprouse would not have overlooked a peril like that, and yet as he crouched there, scarcely breathing, he wondered how long it would be before the missing guard returned to his post and he would be compelled to fight for his life. The fine, cold rain fell gently about him; moist tendrils and leaves caressed his face; owls hooted with ghastly vehemence, as if determined to awaken all the sleepers for miles around; and frogs chattered loudly in gleeful antic.i.p.ation of the frenzied dash he would have to make through the black maze.
We will follow Sprouse. When he crawled through the window and stood erect inside the room, he found himself confronted by a tall, shadowy figure, standing half way between him and the door.
He advanced a step or two and uttered a soft hiss of warning.
"Not a sound," he whispered, drawing still nearer. "I have come four thousand miles to help you, Countess. This is not the time or place to explain. We haven"t a moment to waste. I need only say that I have been sent from Paris by persons you know to aid you in delivering the crown jewels into the custody of your country"s minister in Paris. Nothing more need be said now. We must act swiftly. Tell me where they are. I will get them."
"Who are you?" she whispered tensely.
"My name is Theodore Sprouse. I have been loaned to your emba.s.sy by my own government."
"How did you learn that I was here?"
"I beg of you do not ask questions now. Tell me where the Prince sleeps, how I may get to his room--"
"You know that he is the Prince?"
"For a certainty. And that you are his cousin."
She laid her hand upon his arm. "And you know that he plans evil to--to his people? That he is in sympathy with the--with the country that has despoiled us?"
"Yes."
She was silent for a moment. "Not only is it impossible for you to enter his room but it is equally impossible for you to get out of this one except by the way you entered. If I thought there was the slightest chance for you to--"
"Let me be the judge of that, Countess. Where is his room?"
"The last to the right as you leave this door,--at the extreme end of the corridor. There are four doors between mine and his. Across the hall from his room you will see an open door. A man sits in there all night long, keeping watch. You could not approach Prince Ugo"s door without being seen by that watcher."
"You said in your note to Barnes that the--er--something was in Curtis"s study."
"The Prince sleeps in Mr. Curtis"s room. The study adjoins it, and can only be entered from the bed-room. There is no other door. What are you doing?"
"I am going to take a peep over the transom, first of all. If the coast is clear, I shall take a little stroll down the hall. Do not be alarmed. I will come back,--with the things we both want. Pardon me."
He sat down on the edge of the bed and removed his shoes. She watched him as if fascinated while he opened the bosom of his soft shirt and stuffed the wet shoes inside.
"How did you dispose of the man who watches below my window?" she inquired, drawing near. "He has been there for the past three nights. I missed him to-night."
"Wasn"t he there earlier in the evening?" demanded Sprouse quickly.
"I have been in my room since eleven. He seldom comes on duty before that hour."
"I had it figured out that he was one of the men we got down in the woods. If I have miscalculated--well, poor Barnes may be in for a bad time. We are quite safe up here for the time being. The fellow will a.s.sume that Barnes is alone and that he comes to pay his respects to you in a rather romantic manner."
"You must warn Mr. Barnes. He--"
"May I not leave that to you, Countess? I shall be very busy for the next few minutes, and if you will--Be careful! A slip now would be fatal. Don"t be hasty." His whispering was sharp and imperative. It was a command that he uttered, and she shrank back in surprise.
"Pray do not presume to address me in--"
"I crave your pardon, my lady," he murmured abjectly. "You are not dressed for flight. May I suggest that while I am outside you slip on a dark skirt and coat? You cannot go far in that dressing-gown. It would be in shreds before you had gone a hundred feet through the brush. If I do not return to this room inside of fifteen minutes, or if you hear sounds of a struggle, crawl through the window and go down the vines.
Barnes will look out for you."
"You must not fail, Theodore Sprouse," she whispered. "I must regain the jewels and the state papers. I cannot go without--"
"I shall do my best," he said simply. Silently he drew a chair to the door, mounted it and, drawing himself up by his hands, poked his head through the open transom. An instant later he was on the floor again.
She heard him inserting a key in the lock. Almost before she could realise that it had actually happened, the door opened slowly, cautiously, and his thin wiry figure slid through what seemed to her no more than a crack. As softly the door was closed.